Don’t Do That, Squires

June 26, 2009 at 6:35 pm | Posted in genre isn't dead yet but it should be, links, memoirs | 9 Comments
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not right now. It’s Friday night
he said, not again, squalls approaching
loves me a pirate poem i do
in fact if you don’t write one right
now this cannons pointing
at you.

Been a long at time at sea. Haha,
Sir! We have received orders.
fuck, release the vodpod he says

scrambling for his trousers
some other lame excuse
will have to do

homonym and metaphor (4)

November 5, 2008 at 6:25 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 13 Comments
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the drunken cartographer
is lost in his charts
the answer is caught between
his head and his heart, hmm

that’s a little obvious. Poetry is a strange thing, endlessly provocative. It’s a kind of tightrope walk of blatancy and suggestion. Basically all you want to do is imply more in a general direction rather than make a direct statement and it is that art which frees the reader’s imagination and allows them to dress the story in a way that includes them, includes some of their understanding of the world. Structural devices, the mechanics of poetry are deliberate (or instinctive) manipulations of the experience of time. Rhythm and rhyme exist for a reason, without them poetry is kinda pointless.

And it is because time is not linear and poetry allows one to escape at least in part the linearity of language that poetry is in fact the best description of the world available in words. It is a conjuring act.

in silence, morality fails
mortality and urgency
then some steady
hand prevails.

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